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The Farewell

The Farewell (2019)
★★★★ / ★★★★

Amusing, bittersweet, and insightful in the most surprising ways, “The Farewell” shows rather than tells how a specific Chinese family chooses to take on the challenge of preventing their matriarch from finding out that she is dying of lung cancer and has only a few months to live. Take any one scene from this beautifully layered story and one can tell immediately that it is based upon writer-director Lulu Wang’s personal experiences because there is almost always at least one detail on screen that is honest, painful, funny, and real—often all at once. The storytelling is such a joyous experience because it feels as though the work is free from the shackles of the usual plot contrivances. We simply wish to know these characters as people.

Here is a film that takes on the subject of mortality and defines it through the scope of Chinese culture. It is not necessary that we agree with or support the aforementioned course of action. In fact, it acknowledges that in America, or the West, it is illegal to lie to a person when it comes to his or her medical condition. Required, however, is that we walk away from the story with an understanding, or at the very least an appreciation, of why in China, or in the East, it is, for the most part, an acceptable practice. To reveal this reason would be a disservice to the film, but Wang’s astute screenplay cuts so deeply into one of the main differences between Eastern and Western cultures.

Awkwafina plays Billi Wang, the granddaughter of the matriarch being kept in the shadows regarding her stage four cancer. Having grown up in America, Billi does not think like a traditional Chinese individual—she is capable of it, but she is an American first. Her relatives in China see her as such. It is in her accent when she speaks Mandarin, how she carries herself, her clothes. Perhaps more interestingly, even her own mother and father (Diana Lin, Tzi Ma) consider her to be an American in spirit, not Chinese. It is why they decided that Billi should not come to China for her cousin’s wedding—a ploy for a family gathering so everyone can have a chance to say goodbye to Nai Nai (Zhao Shuzhen)—in addition to her inability to hide her emotions. Naturally, American Billi chooses to disobey her parents to spend time with her grandmother.

It is a role that requires complex navigation. It isn’t enough to look sad. Awkwafina is seen as a rapper-comedian with a low tone of voice who acts crazy or kooky. She is a delightful surprise here because she embodies a real person who feels torn between her values and her family’s. In nearly every frame she’s in there is conflict behind those eyes and that is what makes the performance thoroughly convincing. In movies like “Ocean’s 8” and “Crazy Rich Asians,” you look at her and you want to laugh. But in here, you look at her and you don’t know whether to give her a smile in the hope that it might uplift her a bit, to cry with her, to urge her to scream and let out her frustrations, or to give her a big hug. It is an inward, committed performance.

The work is interested in Billi’s relationships with those she loves. There are numerous memorable interactions with Nai Nai. She is kind, cute, energetic, generous, and capable of being tough when necessary. Zhao plays Nai Nai with effortless zest. She invites the viewer to look closely at the character and consider this person’s light being taken away by disease.

Another standout involves an exchange between Billi and her mother, how failure to show exaggerated emotions when a loved one dies is frowned upon in Chinese culture. Mrs. Wang despises this expectation because she would rather be honest about what she is feeling or going through. Unlike Billi, Mrs. Wang is not an outwardly emotional person. This exchange is important precisely because it reveals that the mother cares about how others perceive her. In this story, people can be strong and weak at the same time—just like how people are in life.

“The Farewell” is both a story of familial love and a story about the immigrant experience. It is told with elegance and searing honesty and so nearly every moment is earned. By the end, I wished to know more about the characters, particularly Billi and her situation as a young American struggling to make ends meet in NYC. It shows, quite simply, that life goes on.

Crazy Rich Asians

Crazy Rich Asians (2018)
★★ / ★★★★

Let’s get it out of the way: As an Asian-American, it is wonderful to see a movie that showcases an all-Asian cast be released by a major American film studio, one that is widely released across the country. I have reviewed thousands of American movies for the past ten years and, despite some positive changes in terms of representation throughout the decade, sadly, generally speaking, Asians remain pigeonholed as token characters, often comic punchlines (i.e.: the best friend with a motormouth, the flaming homosexual, the nerdy/unsexy dweeb, the sex kitten/object), becoming invisible again once the joke is delivered. Thus, in some ways, an argument can be made that in American movies, Asians are simply gags to be recognized for a split-second and to be forgotten about just as quickly once the plot moves forward.

I wish I could report that “Crazy Rich Asians” were a better movie. Based on Kevin Kwan’s novel, the picture suffers from a lack of a captivating central couple. They look good together and the performers share cute chemistry, but there isn’t much else to the relationship. We have seen this familiar plot before: a woman (Constance Wu) is invited by her partner (Henry Golding) to meet his family (Michelle Yeoh, Lisa Wu) and she learns quickly that they think she is not good enough to be a part of the family. The twist here is that her boyfriend’s family just so happens to be extremely wealthy, known even amongst billionaires across Asia.

The material fails to introduce enough wrinkles in the plot to remain consistently fresh and interesting. Halfway through, I found myself feeling bored by Rachel feeling out of place in Nick’s highly materialistic world when she herself is more fascinating than all the glitz and glamour: she is an economics professor at NYU, the youngest in her department, who was raised by a single immigrant mother. Instead, my mind could not help but think of Nick’s sister, Astrid (Gemma Chan), who feels she must hide her expensive purchases and numerous charity work from her husband because he, having come from a more humble background, possibly similar to Rachel’s, struggles in coming to terms that his achievements are good enough compared to his wife’s. You tell me with a straight face that this subplot is less interesting than the main one. This is one of the film’s biggest letdowns: Rachel and Nick are not the most interesting characters in the story. And it should not be this way.

The first hour shows great potential in that the material almost satirizes the excess of wealth and what it does to people born into it. Couple this aspect with the fact that social media is right on our fingertips, it is a great opportunity to skewer a range of people across every generation. Rachel meets a number of these colorful figures, from the “aunties” who follow Nick’s mother like moths to a flame as if her wealth and influence could rub off on them to Nick’s friends, or friends of friends, who live to party and be regarded by others as high-class. Appropriately, not one of them is supposed to be worthy of examination—they must serve as decorations, really—but the screenplay by Peter Chiarelli and Adele Lim fails to turn extreme behavior into anything substantial, let alone as pointed commentary regarding the subject to be satirized.

Most enjoyable for me are the performances: Michelle Yeoh as the very traditional mother and Awkwafina as Rachel’s college best friend. These performances cannot be any more different—the former is uptight, elegant, and constantly in control while the latter is like opening the floodgates and the water simply obliterates everything in its path. It is impressive how Yeoh is capable of communicating paragraphs by, for example, employing a deafening pause… and letting those eyes pierce through her enemy. She even says a lot when she chooses not to look at Rachel. Equally winning is Awkwafina’s riotous energy—she takes on the role of the audience in that she says precisely what we are thinking… and then some. (I would love to see her co-star with Kate McKinnon and Tiffany Haddish in the future.) Once again, the co-stars overshadow the leads.

Of course representation matters. It means a lot, especially for young people, to be able to look at the screen and think, “Hey, that person is me. This movie is telling my story, showing my struggles. I can relate to what’s happening here.” What many white Americans do not have to do is to pretend that a character with white skin has brown, or black, or yellow skin. It is a privilege that is ingrained in most American movies with major studio financial backing. Because let’s face it—most of these movies are told through a white perspective.

I would love to be proven wrong, but because what “Crazy Rich Asians” offers is mainly a generic romantic comedy coated with Asian colors, I’m afraid it may end up just like another token character, to be noticed for a blip and then forgotten about in a snap. To make a difference that lasts, I think—not one—but many films with an all-Asian cast, or a cast with mostly Asians, will have to be so special that their content are able to stand strong among the likes of Spike Lee’s “Do the Right Thing,” John Singleton’s “Boyz N the Hood,” Carl Deal and Tia Lessin’s “Trouble the Water.” Still, I suppose we must start somewhere.